“We are pursued by a company of rustlers,” replied Hawkridge; “they are directly behind us; I started to lead our friends to my ranch, but they headed us off, and we were compelled to apply here for shelter.”

“You are welcome,” Mrs. Whitney hastened to say; “dismount and come in as soon as you can.”

Sterry, Hawkridge and Capt.  Asbury thanked her simultaneously.  Time was beyond value.  They expected every instant to hear the crack of the rifles and the shouts of their enemies on the crest of the ridge, and could not comprehend why they were delayed.

They dashed to the structure at the rear and a short distance from the dwelling, into which they ran their horses, slipped off their trappings, and hurried back to the house.

Every one was inside and not a shot fired, nor was a rustler seen.  It was beyond explanation.

But the stockmen were wise enough to turn to the best account the grace thus given to them.

They stationed themselves at the front and rear doors and windows with loaded weapons, on the alert to wing the first rustler who showed himself.

Sterry found time to exchange a few words with Jennie and her mother.

“It is too bad,” he said, “to put you to this trouble and danger; but the rustlers outnumber us more than two to one, and it was the only hope that offered itself.”

“And glad am I that it did present itself.  O, if my poor husband had been here when they attacked him!”

“When do you expect the return of Fred?”

“Not before night, and the hands may not come with him.  He does not dream of anything like this.”

“Nor did we, a little while ago.  Had any other refuge presented itself we would have seized it; but I never suspected we were near your home until we came over the ridge and saw it but a few rods away.”

“But, where are they?” asked the wondering Jennie.

“That’s something I don’t understand, for they were near enough for their bullets to whistle about our ears.”

“They have seen where you took shelter and are afraid to attack you.”

“That may be; but why don’t they show themselves?”

At this moment Capt.  Asbury approached.  Repeating his regrets that they should place their friends in such danger, he said: 

“As there is no saying how long we shall have to stay here, we ought to learn the nature of our defences.  Our horses are in the stables, where, if the rustlers choose, they can get them, and they will be pretty sure to choose to do it.  They can steal to the rear of the sheds and take them out without risk.  Now, Mrs. Whitney, we have enough rations with us to last, in a pinch, for three or four days; how are you fixed?”

“We have but a small quantity of food in the house—­none worth mentioning.”

“No matter how slight, it is worth mentioning.  Under the circumstances, I think we can say we are provisioned for the whole time of the siege, which must be over in less than a week.”